Lang Hatian could feel the oppression emanating from the other party, and he was only stronger than Liang Ping.

Lei Gang Mountain is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Bai Wangyu stared at Lang Hattian's face, and the aura on his body stopped rising.

"I'm not going to use a soul form, come on. ”

As he spoke, he was not humble at all, and took the lead in attacking Lang Hatetian, slapping his palm on the opponent's chest, and before the latter could react, his body flew out upside down and hit the stone wall behind him, his heart churned, and his eyes were full of stars.

This time, Bai Wangyu did not rush to make a move.

"Pull yourself up, I didn't beat it so easily. Speaking of this, he looked at Lang Hatian's waist, "Draw your sword, otherwise you won't have a chance to defeat me." ”

Lang hated the sky and stood up from the ground, shook his somewhat drowsy head, and his face turned colorful.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's do it. ”

Bai Wangyu's eyes lit up, and he sneered at him: "Pretending, then don't blame me for not persuading you!"

The opponent punched out punch after punch, seemingly unremarkable, but the force of each punch was very heavy, and whenever Lang hated Tian thought that he could dodge, the punch could always leave scars on his body, and slowly, blood oozed from his face and arms, which reminded him of the time when he practiced with Liang Ping in the Ten Chaos Mountains.

Bai Wangyu's fists and feet were very similar to Liang Ping's back then, and Lang hated Tian secretly praised them in his heart. It is worthy of being a disciple cultivated by a great sect, and his fist and foot skills are very solid, and most importantly, the other party's control of soul power has reached the point where it can be retracted and released freely.

Lang Hatian noticed that Bai Wangyu's fist was covered with a faint layer of light. That is the soul power, which is wrapped in the surface of the fist by the other party, naturally forming a barrier, which can be attacked and defended, and the scars on Lang Hattian's body are injured by that seemingly inconspicuous layer of faint soul power barrier.

Lang hateon has been beaten, but despite this, his brain has not forgotten to turn.

"It's time to show the results of Old Man Liang's training for me. ”

In the next move, he used his arms to catch the opponent's fist, endured the piercing pain, and the power in his body broke out under the control of his own will, and a faint yellow outline rushed out of Lang Hattian's body, as if there was one more person fighting in an instant.

Lang Hattian's soul rushed out of his body, raised his hand and punched Bai Wangyu in the face. Bai Wangyu was taken aback, and his steps changed quickly to dodge this sudden blow. A flashing fist slashed in front of Bai Wangyu's forehead, and the other party took a few steps back, distancing himself from Lang Hatian.

He still had palpitations, and if he hit himself just now, it would not be a joke.

Attacking directly with his own pure soul, this kid is either ignorant or bold. Of course, Lang hated Tian belonged to the former, because he didn't know the risks of doing so.

Bai Wangyu felt a trace of pain on his forehead, he wiped it with his hand and put it in front of his eyes.

It's blood.

The blood stains were smeared on his clothes, and when he looked at Lang Hatian again, he was no longer so careless, but there was a different look in his eyes. The people around watched the battle without saying a word, and at first everyone thought that the battle would end soon. After all, Bai Wangyu's strength, they know, a disciple of the Transformation Realm, against a hairy boy who has not practiced, the result can be imagined.

However, now that Bai Wangyu was actually injured, everyone was surprised, but it was only surprised. Lang hated Tian will soon pay the price for his pride.

This time, he chose to strike first, so he repeated the trick, and the pale yellow soul rushed out of his body and ran straight towards Bai Wangyu, wanting to fight quickly.

Lang hattian thought that the other party was very jealous of his move, but he was wrong.

Bai Wangyu quietly watched him make a move, his right palm secretly exerted force behind his back, his soul power filled the entire palm, and his palm was glowing. Lang Hattian's soul had already rushed to him, and just as he was about to touch his body, Bai Wangyu's right foot slammed on, his body turned to the side, and he went around to his side, aiming at the back of Lang Hattian's soul with his right hand, and slashed it horizontally with a hand knife.

Lang hate's body instantly went numb, and the blow seemed to fall on him, and he fell to the ground, convulsing all over. His soul almost dissipated after this blow, becoming extremely unstable, falling into confusion, and returning to the Lang Hate Heavenly Body. This time it was difficult for him to get up.

"Didn't anyone tell you that before cultivating the soul form, the soul was very fragile?"

Bai Wangyu paced to Lang Hatian's side, bowing his head and staring at him with contempt.

"This time I am merciful, if you change someone else and start more heavily, your soul has already been scattered, and you will become a waste. ”

At this point, this battle seemed to be over, and everyone looked at Lang on the ground sympathetically and sighed. At this time, Deng Gongming informed Lang that he was rushing to Jishizhai to visit Cui Yuelan's injury, and at the same time wanted to tell her the good news.

At the same time, in the stone chamber under Jishizhai, the fire in the furnace was still burning, and the old man known as Qingpan was urging the fire with his internal force as always.

"It's time to add herbs again. ”

The old man walked to the lattice by the wall, looking for suitable herbs, when suddenly he paused, let out a "huh", and fell into deep thought.

"What's the matter, Brother Qingpan, is something wrong?" Cui Yuelan heard the other party's voice in the furnace and asked.

"Alas, there is a herb that is out of stock, how can this be good. ”

"Okay, Brother Qingpan, you've wasted enough herbs on me these days, and my upper body has almost recovered, so don't break the bank anymore. ”

"This can't be done, that herb is extremely crucial, if it is missing, not only will you have to stay in the furnace for a long time, but even the healing effect will be greatly reduced, I remember that Zai Peng's kid hid one before, I'll go upstairs to find it." ”

After speaking, the old man walked straight up, leaving Cui Yuelan alone with a relieved smile because he was moved.

At this time, Xiong Zaipeng and Gao Yisheng had been waiting at the gate of the Cangsheng Hall for a long time, but they still couldn't see the master. Zong Qingshu stood respectfully beside the two of them, his face calm. Xiong Zaipeng began to get impatient, he turned his head and asked Zong Qingshu, "Where did he go?"

The latter shook his head: "The junior doesn't know, where he goes, he never tells me, I think you two should wait for a while." ”

After another cup of tea. Gao Yisheng saw that something was wrong, pulled Xiong Zaipeng and immediately turned to leave.

"Hey, old man, what are you doing here?"

"Let's go, he doesn't want to see us, what's the use of staying here. ”

Zong Qing sent the two away, and then looked at Lei Tianning's residence at the foot of the mountain.

Lei Tianning was indeed in his house, and he was thinking about Lang Hatetian, when he suddenly heard footsteps at the door. Before he could open his mouth to ask, a man in a purple shirt hurried in.

The person who came was Su Wuming.

"Oh no, the master, that Lang hated the sky and started making trouble again, this time he fought with the disciples in the door!"

"What did you say!?"